2-17-17
Windowsills spell your name,
And there's so much good in the world,
Somebody's gotta fall.
We're the true destiny of grace.
Long reflections
Surround me
So I cannot escape myself.
The spinning has to stop and I hold a gaze,
And it's all fine.
The two second bliss of porcelain bathrooms
And the safety of the other side.
But two seconds don't mean forever
And I watch as my eyes start to roll in their sockets.
I suppose they call it nerve endings for a reason..
I drip black,
From the holes in my face,
And something is pushing from my soul,
Begging to hit the floor.
My pages of history aren't so clean, you know.
Palettes,
All of the colors toned.
I'm spilling onto the sink now,
But I let it run-
Even the faucet wants to flaunt horror.
Brushes paint me marble,
And gloves cover the black residue.
The door shuts behind me
And the columns beg for the sky,
As light crashes to the scene,
Pouring in from places too high to examine.
Echoes follow me.
They take me to the colosseum,
They teach me about entertainment.
So eye sockets of clean white
Follow me,
As I swing across the stage
And slash words through the air.
I'm magnetized to the pillars,
You can't stop watching,
And my show isn't even over yet.
A glance in the right direction
And you smile,
Because your lines sound so beautiful today,
And memorization is your reassurance.
But we've both got a lot to learn,
Lessons on life and death.
I cry and I mourn for the gods to take me away
But they fear for where I'd be headed.
"You've kept me here
In despair
And pity.
You've seen me paint myself
With what you want to see
But I've made terrible mistakes,
On levels you couldn't quite know,
As they are far from triviality."
So I swing from the pillars,
And in all of its grandeur,
I'm still caught up with Satan.
My love, they've got paths of marble ahead of them,
And I have a reflection that terrifies me.
The limestone holds up,
The stands hold up,
The rope holds up,
And I just hang,
All asphyxiation
And melted eyes.
- (m.m)
The mirrors and the eyes are inspired by a dream that revengeavenue told me they had and the rest of the aesthetic is just credited to what I've been influenced by and seen a lot of lately somehow. Really one of my favorites as far as the picture it creates in my head.
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Self Deception
PoetryPoetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I...
